Style is imprinted on your hand
Experience in your voice...

"Fools"...
like idealist's full of pride and rage...

I'm standing at the entrance of the abyss
A blanket of darkness covers the sky...

Your, you
Beautiful and cute...

I'm flawless, clean
And shit if i want i can be mean...

I'm not a disease but I've infected people, and...
I'm not a success story, I don't need to be to...

The fog is vile and thick
And the air is tasteless...

Hear tears turned red
She was dead...

The light was orange
My aura was red...

For my sins and crimes
This purgatory is fate...

Nothing in life is as sweet as to last forever
So I figure that if I could be better then this...

Light holds not more value to me
then you do...